I am new, and here is some info about me :)
Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 12:54 am
Let's see... I am 38, stay-at-home mom/student (medical billing/coding), I have 4 children, age range 16,12, and 4 yr old twins. I am married, and live with my IL's (joy!).
I was diagnosed with Major Depression / Anxiety Disorder about a year ago, via a Clinical Trial. After the trial, I was put on Prozac, after a few months, it made me feel so sick I thought I was going bonkers. Changed to Citalopram, and other than thinking I may need a higher dosage, I have no major complaints.
I have been dealing with depression for over 12 years now. Not exactly sure when I started noticing something was off. My first recollection of a bout, when I was pregnant with my now 12 yo, and my ex was participating in extramarital affairs. I remember curling up in a corner on my birthday, in the middle of the night, and sobbing.
My behavior is the biggest indicator for me. It was about that same time I started becoming very short tempered, only towards my ex, and oldest son. Most of my mood swings are taken out on my kids, and I feel absolutely rotten that they have to put up with me.
I have since remarried, and love my husband, and our twins dearly. I have noticed though, since we moved to California from Wisconsin, a little over two years ago, and have been living with his parents, that he is not tolerant of my behavior any more. I am not doing anything differently, in my eyes, but he is working 3rd shift, and I see him more during the day, and he is no longer happy with my inability to run the house the way it should be run, or, at least the way his mother wants it run. Which, is my responsibility, because I am "home all day".
His frustration too, in the way I care for the boys, they are 4, resistant to potty training (frustrating for me, very, very frustrating). I don't give them baths as often as I should, (they like grandma's baths better, anyways) and I don't have the fight in me. I don't have them on a "schedule", never been a "schedule" person. They want to go to bed with their big sister, not mommy, so I let them, my husband see's fault in this.
My biggest frustration with him, he does not show any interest in learning about depression, he thinks I am being lazy. I wish I had the energy, the drive, the ambition, to get things done, I just get overwhelmed and shut down instead.
I have been looking for work, he is frustrated with that too, been 5+ months now (he took 3+ to find work when we moved here, better economy), and I bailed on Court Reporting School last spring, because I was going through the whole Prozac deal and a really bad bout of Depression, and could not handle the demands.
I have had a lot of anxiety over the job search, which is odd for me, I have never had a problem finding or landing a job, so why the inability to jump into finding a new job.
My MIL thinks I should "get over it", she says if she can deal with all the abuse (sexual/emotional/physical) in her life, I should be able to deal with my life. Even my own mother says I should be able to make myself happy. My sister understands, her BIL suffered Depression, and took his life. I do not feel like I have anyone I can vent to. So, guess I will be here venting.
No one seems to understand my inability to do normal things, I want to sleep a minimum 10 hours a night, and still sleep during the day, and even then, I do not sleep well at night. Sometimes it takes me hours to fall asleep.
On the lines of the MIL, last June, I got balled out for hours, because my oldest son made a comment about my infant niece being a "handfull" (aren't all infants a handfull?), I was babysitting, he was visiting from out of state, and my BIL took it wrong (my son has Asperger's, and does not say or do the right thing), and MIL got a call from SIL. Well, FIL was scheduled for a minor heart procedure that week, she was all stressed out, and took it out on me and my children. And as if I didn't feel shitty enough, my hubby, who woke up to all this, didn't know the whole story, took his mom's side and was mad at me for days. This still brings tears to my eyes, and no one has apologized.
I am glad I found this site, I can vent and read others stories, and know there are folks who understand. Guess I will be back later with more...
Kimber
I was diagnosed with Major Depression / Anxiety Disorder about a year ago, via a Clinical Trial. After the trial, I was put on Prozac, after a few months, it made me feel so sick I thought I was going bonkers. Changed to Citalopram, and other than thinking I may need a higher dosage, I have no major complaints.
I have been dealing with depression for over 12 years now. Not exactly sure when I started noticing something was off. My first recollection of a bout, when I was pregnant with my now 12 yo, and my ex was participating in extramarital affairs. I remember curling up in a corner on my birthday, in the middle of the night, and sobbing.
My behavior is the biggest indicator for me. It was about that same time I started becoming very short tempered, only towards my ex, and oldest son. Most of my mood swings are taken out on my kids, and I feel absolutely rotten that they have to put up with me.
I have since remarried, and love my husband, and our twins dearly. I have noticed though, since we moved to California from Wisconsin, a little over two years ago, and have been living with his parents, that he is not tolerant of my behavior any more. I am not doing anything differently, in my eyes, but he is working 3rd shift, and I see him more during the day, and he is no longer happy with my inability to run the house the way it should be run, or, at least the way his mother wants it run. Which, is my responsibility, because I am "home all day".
His frustration too, in the way I care for the boys, they are 4, resistant to potty training (frustrating for me, very, very frustrating). I don't give them baths as often as I should, (they like grandma's baths better, anyways) and I don't have the fight in me. I don't have them on a "schedule", never been a "schedule" person. They want to go to bed with their big sister, not mommy, so I let them, my husband see's fault in this.
My biggest frustration with him, he does not show any interest in learning about depression, he thinks I am being lazy. I wish I had the energy, the drive, the ambition, to get things done, I just get overwhelmed and shut down instead.
I have been looking for work, he is frustrated with that too, been 5+ months now (he took 3+ to find work when we moved here, better economy), and I bailed on Court Reporting School last spring, because I was going through the whole Prozac deal and a really bad bout of Depression, and could not handle the demands.
I have had a lot of anxiety over the job search, which is odd for me, I have never had a problem finding or landing a job, so why the inability to jump into finding a new job.
My MIL thinks I should "get over it", she says if she can deal with all the abuse (sexual/emotional/physical) in her life, I should be able to deal with my life. Even my own mother says I should be able to make myself happy. My sister understands, her BIL suffered Depression, and took his life. I do not feel like I have anyone I can vent to. So, guess I will be here venting.
No one seems to understand my inability to do normal things, I want to sleep a minimum 10 hours a night, and still sleep during the day, and even then, I do not sleep well at night. Sometimes it takes me hours to fall asleep.
On the lines of the MIL, last June, I got balled out for hours, because my oldest son made a comment about my infant niece being a "handfull" (aren't all infants a handfull?), I was babysitting, he was visiting from out of state, and my BIL took it wrong (my son has Asperger's, and does not say or do the right thing), and MIL got a call from SIL. Well, FIL was scheduled for a minor heart procedure that week, she was all stressed out, and took it out on me and my children. And as if I didn't feel shitty enough, my hubby, who woke up to all this, didn't know the whole story, took his mom's side and was mad at me for days. This still brings tears to my eyes, and no one has apologized.
I am glad I found this site, I can vent and read others stories, and know there are folks who understand. Guess I will be back later with more...
Kimber